Poems

Fly

Still dark, my baby girl leaps out
the window to greet the rising sun.
I stand below ready to catch her,
but every time she takes off
without fail, her laughter calling
to the orioles, calling
to my shame that had I the choice,
I would have never taught her to fly.
Somewhere there is a man with a gun
who will take pleasure in seeing her
skin against the pure blue sky—
and shooting her down.
My own mother did not flinch
when I first raised my arms
and lifted my feet off the ground,
above her head.
She only said you better hope
bulletproof skin comes with that
gift. Years later I found out it did.

About This Poem

“I’ve been dipping more often into this world populated by superhumans and heroes I created on the side. This is one of those poems in the voice of one of that world’s heroes. It originally sprung from a simple thought: if I had a daughter who could fly, how wondrous it would be! How fearful would I become?”

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